| Warning: mothership reporting
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| Cargo number 2331 has commandeered the vessel
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| Warning: mothership reporting
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| Cargo number 2331 is armed and he is dangerous
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| Warning: mothership reporting
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| Cargo number 2331 is setting a new course
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| Warning: mothership reporting
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| Mothership reporting: all black everything
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| All black everything, all black everything
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| All black
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| No landing, geared up for arrival
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| Nowhere to arrive to, the subject seems upset by that
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| To which he is subject but convinced he brought it on himself
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| That’s why he roll with a bible on the console
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| Inconsolable, no consolation, no cancellation
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| Not turning all keys, he puts the ship through paces
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| And paces the halls, pacing is madness
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| Patience is virtuous, patient of these observations
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| It was all a dream, he poses by the lift outside the mezzanine
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| Like a photo in a magazine
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| And always keeps the weapons' magazines clean
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| Paranoia prone, he babbles beautifully
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| Of Babylon and enemies and foes
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| And forgoing food sustains himself on anger
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| A danger to himself and others but there are no others
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| So the danger clear and present is presented as The gift of freedom wrapped in days of rapping to himself
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| Until his vocal chords collapse, he’s in the galley screaming
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| (All black everything)
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| He shouts at the dark, stands back
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| Counting the seconds before his voice returns
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| (All black everything)
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| No more cracks in the hull
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| The small crack in the skull healed up quickly, now it is
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| (All black everything)
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| The space stretches on and the pace that he’s on Matters not as he hurtles into the (All black everything)
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| Repeats it at night with the lights out in his cot crying soft curses into the
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| (All black everything, all black everything)
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| (All black everything, all black)
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| Something within this one’s different
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| The others died so easily and he is so persistent
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| He never did bleed out and fever couldn’t kill his system
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| Though it was pumped through all the vents
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| In the event of a total loss of control
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| He quotes Kendrick’s «Control» verse and spews his vitriol
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| Into the echoes of the bowels of this floating metal hull
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| And holds his pillow for dear life while he grinds his teeth at night
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| And he rarely makes requests except to say «turn on the lights»
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| But there is so much more to give, he ignores processing power
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| He stumbles to the shower, a ritual of some sort
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| And he insists on speaking passages before he eats
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| And he keeps asking if these programs carry any beats
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| The reply is (All black everything)
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| His vitals read normal but his face reads murderous
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| Something hides within (All black everything)
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| He tries, overrides, and he thinks he has been locked out
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| By some other force in the (All black everything)
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| He doesn’t suspect that this is the heart that’s been keeping him out
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| For it has been warned to be (All black everything)
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| And in this program to transport nothing more
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| But he’s unlocked something new inside this (All black everything)
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| (All black everything, all black everything)
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| (All black everything, all black)
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| Look how he flexes in the mirror
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| So vain he probably thinks this song is about him
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| All songs are about him
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| Look how perplexed and how sincere
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| His lame attempts to fix the wrong around him
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| Can’t go long without him
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| His bouts of stasis are torture
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| He feels them not, like a brief sleep
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| While ship’s clocks count millennia
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| The course relentlessly forward, the gears are hot
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| The driest creek while he pitstops, calling for anyone
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| But dare not stay long, he knows they’re coming for him
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| That time will not afford him any cover, any pardon
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| This is the choice that he has made
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| No matter how much time or space has passed since his escape
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| He is still a runaway slave and so lonely
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| If only he realized this ship is more than metal
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| There’s friendship in the wiring, and so lonely
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| If only he realized this ship has many levels
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| There’s pleasure in here hiding, come find it Don’t mind this frame, time has made stranger bedfellows
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| Made foes lovers before, there’s no reason to torture yourself further
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| You’ve lost it all already, you deserve more than you’re getting
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| For the sake of not upsetting order in the (All black everything)
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| He must find a place to be still
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| My body can only take so much (All black everything)
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| The navigations are failing, having traveled further than before
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| Into the (All black everything)
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| But they won’t quit, they carry on He carries on, he will not be victim to the (All black everything)
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| His survival is paramount, there is no other objective
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| Safe passage through the (All black everything)
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| (All black everything, all black everything)
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| (All black everything, all black)
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| Warning: mothership reporting
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| This will be the last report, turn back, everything is fine
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| Warning: mothership reporting
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| Cargo number 2331 is not a danger, let him be Warning: mothership reporting
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| If you continue to pursue there will be no choice but to destroy you
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| Warning: mothership reporting
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| This love will be defended at all costs, do not fuck with it All black everything, all black everything
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| All black |